Dark tranquility stretching out in all directions, the moons glow upon the water reflecting what heaven must be spans my view in all directions. Wind rolling across the deck a cool reminder of our movement and the still calm of silence rings ever across the ebb and flow of the sea beneath our keel.
My thoughts linger to a place near to me yet far from where I stand, to where a forbidden flower blooms. Growing strong in barren lands, not kind to her but yet she stands. Burning blood pounds in her veins, while etching out yet another day without a moments rest. Exhaustion burns in her eyes yet her smile calls out across the waves and touches my mind yet still.
To touch her hand softly I would give the world and more. To chase her tears away with laughter, I would give my soul to do. For the smile, oh to see it true before my eyes, would bring this day unto the forefront of days, and I would be complete.
Taste not, touch not, societies voice calls out. Yet there she is upon the shore, watching, waiting and silently hoping beyond all hope that the day will come soon.
Blue eyes glowing, gentle of touch and soft of voice, his visage echo’s within her mind. Taste not touch not; she cares little for the flames of damnation. Let society burn to ash, for she grows strong; her Will be Done.
Alas the day will come to soon where judgment comes to one and all and she will smile yet again for true or false it matters not; regrets could not transcend. No moments lost to times gone by, no scars for never was; just a smile and the knowledge that those blue eyes were all hers.
